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Once upon a time,
My daughter was
coming back home
from her grandma's
early one morning
on the bus.
The end of the bus line
was about a mile away
and I was to pick her up.
Well, in my usual
ADD fashion I had
lost track of time.
When I realized
she would be there in
5 minutes I was still
in my P.J.'s.
My choice was to let
the kid stand out in
the cold or run out
the way I was. Heck,
it was only a mile so I
decided to throw
on a jacket and go.
I got to the bus stop
and she was
already there. I Picked
her up and headed
home.
All was fine till the car
started to sputter
and died. Guess who
forgot to get gas?
Well, about this
time the town police
car pulled up. Luckily,
I had a blanket on
my lap cause
the policeman came
to my window and
asked if I needed help.
I told him about
being out of gas but
that I knew I had
some at home in a
can and just lived
down the road. He
offered me a ride to
get it. Now this I
hadn't figured on,
so I asked my
daughter to go
with him and get
the can. He agreed
to take her and
I expect he was
thinking what a lazy
person I was to send
my kid instead.
They got back and he
put the gas in my car.
All was well and we
headed out.
I'm glad the cop didn't
follow me home cause
when I got out of the
car he would have
seen that my P.J.'s
had little
"Rocky's and Bullwinkle's"
all over them.
They also had feet in
them. Of course I am still
late most of the time
and I have even run
out of gas a few times
since then but I
have NEVER bought
footie jammies again.
And we lived happily
ever after.
Unfortunately, this
is no fairy tale
It really happened